User blog comment:Brigadier Barty/"The Vermillion Enclave"/@comment-3124101-20120211000928/@comment-25220117-20121020151140

''The many barrels, crates, sacks and chests are soon hoarded into the ship's hull hastily by the wavescum and street urchins employed to the job, and en masse they gather before the ship, awaiting further orders, or as some more hopeful beasts suspect, payment. The searat who had spoken before removes a weathered cap from his head and wipes it across his sweat-stained face, his black eyes glinting like rock shards as he watches Marconi expectantly'' "Well, sirrah fox?"